I've been writing fanfiction for a number of years now, although I've tended to be fairly consistent in the fandoms I write in, staying in one for a while before moving on. However, my writing tends to be fairly eclectic - I flit between genres, play with pairings, write whatever takes my fancy, although there's usually a particular character or pairing that catches my eye.

I run a number of archives, including Always Thinking (), an archive for fans of the Catherine Willows/Nick Stokes pairing. I'm also Head Archivist at the CSI fandomwide archive, CSI Forensics (), which accepts all genres of fic, all ratings and from all three shows.

I also run the Stargate: Atlantis fandom wide archive Wraithbait ().

Right now I'm into Blade:Trinity, with my focus being on the Abigail/King pairing, and Primeval, with my focus being on the Abby/Connor pairing. Yes, I'm currently in a het phase but at heart I'm still bitextual :g:

I reply to all of my feedback, so it makes me sad if it's left anonymously and I can't say thank you! If you don't have a fanfiction.net account, but are active on one of those other sites, please feel free to contact me there. I also post fic on those sites (except twitter, obviously :g:) that I won't post on fanfiction.net, because of the subject matter/rating.

Now Complete! What if Warrick hadn't checked on Nick after he got pushed out that window in Stalker? An alternate version of events, developed into a full blown story. Whole team participates, but focus is on Nick.

When the vampire virus starts to develop a resistance to the Nightstalkers' Daystar weapon, Abigail is left watching helplessly as King has to fight not just for his life, but for his soul and his sanity. Abigail/King

He'd held her in his arms while she shivered and struggled to breathe, begging her not to give up, to keep on breathing just for him. And now he woke up in the middle of the night, drenched with sweat and still feeling the shadowy weight of her body in his arms, growing cold and still. Becker/Jess

The skies over the Midlands are clear and blue. The humans think that they stretch forever, but Scarlet knows better. Nothing stretches out forever, not even the lives of her kind. Written for the Legendland triple threat challenge

It said something for Cara's levels of irritation that the arrival of a particularly bchatty/b pinprick of light was a welcome relief from all the sighing and moping. Written for the Legendland 'message in a bottle' challenge

If she had not left, if she had not abandoned him, leaving him to complete his quest on his own - a Seeker without his Confessor by his side - none of this would have happened. Written for the Legendland missing scenes challenge. Spoilers for Denna

Sommerfield's virus rips a hole in the vampire underworld, leaving chaos in its wake. It gives the Night Stalkers an edge that they've always lacked. It makes them sloppy. Abigail Whistler/Hannibal King

She should punch him, just punch him for doing that to her, but she couldn't, not when she could see the genuine concern in his eyes and not when King gave so little crap about so much. It figured that he'd finally give a crap about this. Abigail/King

Many of Kahlan's smiles are for Richard, and some Richard and Cara share. But some of them are for Cara alone, and those she hoards, holding them somewhere deep inside her, somewhere that was once hollow and empty, but which is growing less so day by day.

He'd heard a rumour once that there was such a thing as fighting a losing battle, but Lynda hadn't lost one yet, not one that counted. This one did. And Lynda, for all her faults, fought dirty and fought well.